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Turn me up a lil bit
Uhn
Uhn
Uhn
Yeah
Aye slow it down
Aye she give me
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
I saw a pretty young girl (Ok)
Her name was Lisa Marie
And her

me

Basically i'm blatantly catering to my own shit
Oh shit this fuckers on a roll bitch
Posted at the crib ill see your chic you'll get disowned quick

dualled over Lisa, she chose that dude with the 1 2 5
Tommy and I, didn't talk for days
Until we heard the waves

Take me to the summers of gold
Diamond

family, you gone get killed
Touch Jalesia, you gone get killed
Touch Lisa, you gone get killed
Touch Sheila, you gone get killed
Touch Miss Two, You gone

If I make you happy through the night, I seen ya feelings walk by
Red dress, black hair with the brown eyes Oh, gringo, you know she like black guys

Verse 1:
Oh
That pussy popping bring a mop
Know I like guys like you a lot
Just know that one is not enough
It's not enough
I'm on that downer debut

for a shooter
Put my hand up in my bag and niggas running for a shooter
Imma make the holster flash and bitches coming for a shooter
Oh u need a nigga

fitted
Standout music by Casso
We don't fit in
Up on corners
They squeezing clips
Until they finish
I'm so special
They call me vintage
Looking like
Take

a creature
Who spit as ridiculous shit as Wayne and Kendrick on Mona Lisa
Prophetic influenced by god my words alone they can mold the preacher
Some never

the distractions, I'm removing 
It's my heart they steady using 
Know I'm strong, but I'm still bruising
Got a bounty out for Cupid 
It's like oh no 
Do I feel

past them like we up by two
Never break your heart unless you want me to
Never got me trippin I won't fall on you
Remember when we laid back in the back

guion,
Son solo propaganda,
Yo propagando lo mío y mi banda prefiere esa pizza,
En el país de Mona Lisa,
O en el tech de Ibiza,
Frasco lleno nadie nos

for weeks
Oh!
Fix your fuckin' face
What you mad at me for?
Y'all should play the organ, 'cause 888 is preaching
Like I just feel her organs, swear that

Young Thing Foreign Old Bitch Super Boring
Took A Ride Out With Him Engine Roaring Pussy Pouring
Ima Get Hyped Being By His Side Nigga So Fly Like my oh

on my waist 
Players ball
Need a Lisa Raye 
Shawty da brat 
What you like? 
She so so def to the quiet type 
Don't do bribes only replies blow a bag

backflip in a foampit
Did you notice I got dope dick
She got an ass like Jennifer Lopez
Im with a model going-full-throttle
Look at them thighs oh

kill me
If it come to pass
Take care of Lisa
She gon' miss me dearly
I ain’t bluffin
I'm gon' spark the mind to change the world
Cause the future in

I got yo bitch in the crib like always
When she with me I get deep like hallways
She wanna stay by my side like always
I can't do always Yeah
I had

reflections I see a demon who tryin' better hisself
Oh ohhhh
But they gone tear me down and I get blamed for they problems that's facts
All this shit that's

E-e-e-e-e-eggs
E-e-e-e-e-eggs
I was untouched like The Mona Lisa
Guarded by metaphorical barbed wire (Yeah)
My friends were at College
And I was

four bars have you feeling fantastic
Then end the song early to make it anticlimactic
(Ha)
They steal my flow like some bandits
Gone 'head and have it
By

a pleaser
Baby needs a squeezer
Henny by the liter
She tryna bite my dick and you bitin' on my style
Is your name Sharkeisha?
Paint you like the Mona

(six to nine)
I feel alive when you call me your bae (I feel alive)
Now we smash even top of the tables
Mona Lisa imma turn you on again (on again)
Too

But its you, Im wanting mona lisa oo
And ill be leaving town by 2'oclock So ima send a lyft to take you the Spot, drink some whiskey n dick you, down